Second view : Enfeu on the slab of the century

I don’t know how to explain this sensation of networking, of channeling, of sharing, that I feel between my emotions and those of the people around me, those I meet along the way. A kind of occurrence, hybrid networks, the colors of the soul, variations of the spectrum of light all around you, and the sounds surrounding me. It is like walking along the edge of a woods in spring, captivated by the beauty of the sun on patches of snow, charmed by the tangle of trees laden with buds. Each season of my life contains them all: for every tilt of the Earth in relation to the sun, for every passage of time infinitely divisible, so that a single second contains all eternity. I am a prism in love with life. Everything that vibrates within me vibrates within each of us, interconnected, hemispheric, like the blessed breath of the wind becoming that great planetary voice whistling through the branches of the tree of life.